Tassie Types is about growing up and growing older, facing the mirror, and laughing through it all. Here, you'll find stories of family and friends, courage and love, and laughing without fear of the future.
At this time last year, before COVID and quarantines, sixty brave Orthodox armed with toilet paper and Dramamine set out for an adventure of a life-time. Together we touched the untouchable and cradled miracles in our bare hands. It was a blessing to take this spiritual journey with my travel companions, whose unique personalities made […]
“It occurred to me we’d never had the Santa talk. But if we had, I’d have told him that Santa was love. And you should never stop believing in love.” Christmas came early this year! I’m so excited to have my story, “You Better Believe It,” published in the ‘Tis the Season: A Holiday Anthology […]
For months after my divorce, every night after my children went to bed, I locked myself in the bedroom of my broken home and cried myself to sleep. Crushed and humiliated, I missed my marriage, my happy family unit, my once perfect life. I allowed my shattered soul to mourn. Then I went out, bought some […]
I’m so excited to share my new story with you! It won Honorable Mention in the Houston Writers Guild contest about travel, “Outside the Window-Tales of the World,” available on Amazon. Get a copy of the anthology HERE. I swore this would be the last time I’d go out on a limb for […]
I’m so excited to have my short story included in this amazing collection of prose and poetry centered around the theme, The End of Life in the Age of Technology. In my story, a woman discovers she may not be able to save her marriage, but she can save her china and her sanity with a […]
My daughter and I have a love-hate relationship. She loves to interrogate me at length about my past, her favorite subjects being my most embarrassing moments and the opposite sex. She lectures me on being an overprotective parent and tests how high she can raise my anxiety before I detonate. She feels I should be […]
I survived my last birthday, and even learned to live with the pile of unwelcome gifts from Mother Nature, including roots that give Fifty Shades of Gray new meaning. Some of Her presents, after all, were as subtle as sweat in the middle of winter, and as tiny as the cluster of smile lines barely […]